On the sixth day of the Seven Kings War, the city was enveloped in dark clouds, unlike the fine weather of the previous days.
Not long after nightfall, a storm raged on, with the rain pouring down like waterfalls as if the sky had cracked open in numerous places.
In a phone booth in a small alley in the northern suburb.
"Archer, you're pushing me too close," the girl's voice sounded.
"I haven't even mentioned how your sword case is making me uneasy. Can't you find another place?" Li Changhe frowned, tossing the jet Mo Blade in his hand back into the [Backpack].
"If I trusted Carmen Heavy Industries, I wouldn't have come to discuss this with you." Qiu Wentian rubbed his shoulders, put the sword case back into the [Backpack] and then looked at Li Changhe with caution: "Don't push me, or I'll get angry!"
